a woman face was all it took
to launch this bold crusade
up till then i did my job
i thought i had it made
then i saw her standing there
my heart went all a'flutter
but all i got was empty arms
next i found the gutter
self-pity took me to its breast
i fed with such delight
it seems to me that i'd been wronged
this brought me some respite
in time i learned and now i'm free
or maybe on parole
those want things sure do drag you down
they always hurt the soul
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